My Cross Dressing life....(Just Rambling)
Like an on again of again love affair is how I'd describe my life with Crossdressing. Like that crazy ex-girlfriend you KNOW you shouldn't go back to, but the sex was too good.
Started this at the age of 15.....The early 90's was a Golden Time to be alive.....and to be experiencing puberty as a guy. Women then were at the height of their sexiness then. High-cut swimsuits on the beach, girls at my Jr. High flaunting the sexy lines of their string bikini panties for all the horny onlookers and nights watching Rhonda Shear and Silk Stalkings. Puberty of the 90's was a whirlwind of fantasy and ecstasy that I fear most young men today would never experience. The times were different.....Women that were feminine, sexy, caring, loving and reveled in wanting your full attention. Most of them always had mine even as a socially awkward, shy teen.
Still remember that humid, rainy summer day...I was left alone as my family had work to attend to....I was (and still am) a quiet person. Always trustworthy, first to finish chores and obedient. But underneath that was a raging cauldron of intense sexual curiosity and lust. Unknown to my parents I has experienced my first "wet dream" a few weeks earlier.....Like popping the cork on a fine aged wine, this opened me to the aromas of pleasures of the flesh.
I couldn't contain it......I knew my Aunt had abandoned her Lingerie selling business and talked my folks into storing the unsold inventory in our garage. The thoughts of ..."maybe I'll just go have a look" entered my young mind as I tried to concentrate on getting Super Mario through the last Desert World stage....I got my shoes and exited through the back door grabbing the garage door keys....."What am I doing?" But I pressed on as the cool, light rain kissed my neck and shoulders like an unseen lover. I opened the creaky door upon which the smell of mildew assaulted my nose......There it was....Pristine cardboard boxes labeled with the "Lady Princess Intimates " logo emblazoned on the side.
Opening the first box my eyes widened as lingerie seemed to burst forth at me from the overstuffed container. Bras, pantyhose, Teddiettes, Baby Dolls, and Boudior costumes almost seemed to giggle as they teased my young mind...In the satiny stash was a light blue pair of string bikini panties......These aroused my interest of course as panties.....and the treats they held within them.....never failed to get male attention. I admired the black lace detailing and little bow on the front...I rubbed my fingers upon them.....pressed the against my face...I was intoxicated as my erection grew to full throbbing size....I pulled them over my face and lovingly licked the cotton gusset like it was a vagina...
By now I was panting and sweating......."Should......should I try them on?" NO!! I couldn't. Would it make me....."gay" if I did that? I simply knew my pre-cum dripping cock didn't want to be left from the experience.......So, I looked around nervously and closed the garage door......I slipped them on and exhilarating rush hit me! The satin against my skin....the tight hug against my booty and my stiff cock helplessly trapped in the folds of satin and lace. I lay on my back pulling the satin delicate higher and tighter against my body as I rubbed myself in a fever......My toes curled as I let out a hushed orgasm....The panties now soaked in my sweat and semen.
I left the garage that day both satisfied and confused. I returned to that garage most of that year. Stashing away my favorite pieces in my room.....Pulling them out for secret night time pleasure......LOL
Just feeling nostalgic as I listen to Camomilla's "Queen of the Night" while relaxing from trimming vines in my thong bikini, floppy sun hat, robe and heels.....Thankfully. I have a very private backyard.......
Started this at the age of 15.....The early 90's was a Golden Time to be alive.....and to be experiencing puberty as a guy. Women then were at the height of their sexiness then. High-cut swimsuits on the beach, girls at my Jr. High flaunting the sexy lines of their string bikini panties for all the horny onlookers and nights watching Rhonda Shear and Silk Stalkings. Puberty of the 90's was a whirlwind of fantasy and ecstasy that I fear most young men today would never experience. The times were different.....Women that were feminine, sexy, caring, loving and reveled in wanting your full attention. Most of them always had mine even as a socially awkward, shy teen.
Still remember that humid, rainy summer day...I was left alone as my family had work to attend to....I was (and still am) a quiet person. Always trustworthy, first to finish chores and obedient. But underneath that was a raging cauldron of intense sexual curiosity and lust. Unknown to my parents I has experienced my first "wet dream" a few weeks earlier.....Like popping the cork on a fine aged wine, this opened me to the aromas of pleasures of the flesh.
I couldn't contain it......I knew my Aunt had abandoned her Lingerie selling business and talked my folks into storing the unsold inventory in our garage. The thoughts of ..."maybe I'll just go have a look" entered my young mind as I tried to concentrate on getting Super Mario through the last Desert World stage....I got my shoes and exited through the back door grabbing the garage door keys....."What am I doing?" But I pressed on as the cool, light rain kissed my neck and shoulders like an unseen lover. I opened the creaky door upon which the smell of mildew assaulted my nose......There it was....Pristine cardboard boxes labeled with the "Lady Princess Intimates " logo emblazoned on the side.
Opening the first box my eyes widened as lingerie seemed to burst forth at me from the overstuffed container. Bras, pantyhose, Teddiettes, Baby Dolls, and Boudior costumes almost seemed to giggle as they teased my young mind...In the satiny stash was a light blue pair of string bikini panties......These aroused my interest of course as panties.....and the treats they held within them.....never failed to get male attention. I admired the black lace detailing and little bow on the front...I rubbed my fingers upon them.....pressed the against my face...I was intoxicated as my erection grew to full throbbing size....I pulled them over my face and lovingly licked the cotton gusset like it was a vagina...
By now I was panting and sweating......."Should......should I try them on?" NO!! I couldn't. Would it make me....."gay" if I did that? I simply knew my pre-cum dripping cock didn't want to be left from the experience.......So, I looked around nervously and closed the garage door......I slipped them on and exhilarating rush hit me! The satin against my skin....the tight hug against my booty and my stiff cock helplessly trapped in the folds of satin and lace. I lay on my back pulling the satin delicate higher and tighter against my body as I rubbed myself in a fever......My toes curled as I let out a hushed orgasm....The panties now soaked in my sweat and semen.
I left the garage that day both satisfied and confused. I returned to that garage most of that year. Stashing away my favorite pieces in my room.....Pulling them out for secret night time pleasure......LOL
Just feeling nostalgic as I listen to Camomilla's "Queen of the Night" while relaxing from trimming vines in my thong bikini, floppy sun hat, robe and heels.....Thankfully. I have a very private backyard.......
6 years ago
